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Bloody Valentine: Part 1
I'm considering writing a Trilogy for this "Valentinic" month.
I hope you enjoy it. [/font]
Becoming Hers - Day 1[/font]
She stared at him
with her head cocked sideways.
She stared at him
for very long.
She observed every rise
and fall of his chest,
his waking groans muted by
the loud distortion of some Metal song.
"My heads feels foggy.
Where am I?
I feel exposed; naked
Ropes?
Have I been tied?"
She eyes him up,
and watches as he struggles.
Every time he moves,
the rope cuts deeper past the skin.
His muffled outbursts of pain,
made her chuckle.
The satisfaction she feels,
makes her grin.
"Why now?
Is this my punishment?
My smoked-out brain,
has impaired my judgement."
His breath is heaving,
so she heats up the branding iron.
One that she customize
on her very own.
Too bad he couldn't see
and praise her
exceptional work.
"I hear the crackling of fire wood
and footstep on soiled ground.
Oh God!! I need to get away!
But I've been blind folded, and bound!"
She waits; pausing,
like a predator,
that's having fun,
playing with her prey.
She give one last check
to be secured.
And brands him with her iron
blade.
"Fuck! The pain!.
I suck in breath to scream aloud,
but all that comes out is air,
feeling myself... passing... out..."
The familiar sounds,
of sizzling flesh turns her on.
She presses her weight on
the iron, to imbed the brand.
She watches as he convulses,
and trembles in shock,
yet bending down, she
to gently places a kiss on his hand.
Part 2 will come next week and Part 3 will be exactly on Valentine.
Hope you look out for them. [/font][/font]
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